I remember it as starting: The moon shone on the village pump - it also shone on Nell Was she pumping water - was she bloody hell! Along came Dirty Dick the captain of the lugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit the dirty little bugger. He took her to a wayside halt - which wasn't very lawful And when he took his trousers down the stink was bloody aweful.

It's mentioned in Spike Milligan's 'Mussolini - His Part in My Downfall' where he says that in 32 bars Blind Nell has more perversions committed on her than a victim of Caligula.

The sun shone on the village green, it shone on poor blind Nell. Was she picking buttercups was she F'ing hell. She was waiting for her lover, a filthy mucky bugger, Who wasn't fit to shovel shit from one cart to another.

He laid her down upon the village green which wasn't very lawfulo, and when he took his trousers off the stink was F'ing awful. Up got little Nell and ran like bloody hell, The bastard he persued her, The white of an egg ran down her leg which showed that he had screwed her.

It also appears on an album called Up The Foc'sle by The Lower Mess-Deck Chorale Ensemble. That site has a sound sample, from which I transcribed this. (Note: the "****" represents words that are "bleeped" in the recording. This is the original publisher's censorship, not mine!)

...on the village green. It shone on Poor Blind Nell. But did she see the sun that shone? Did she, ****ing hell!

A sailor to the village came, the captain of a lugger. He capitivated Poor Blind Nell, the dirty rotten bugger.

At night he slept with little Nell. He knew it wasn't lawful. But when when he took her panties down, the smell was ****ing awful.

He took the girl out in a punt, and to the sea he lagged (?) her Then lacerated (?)...

The moon shone on tyhe village pump, it also shone on Nell And did she want her lover near? did she fucking hell A stoker chanced to pass that way, he was a stoker on a lugger he wasn,t fit to shovel shit (the dirty rotten fucker) He took her to a little room (it really wasn,t lawful)

When he took his trousers down the smell was something awful As she lay upon the bed a sobbin, and a sighing He said"lay still you lttle c*** I can,t get my knob in" At lasdt he got it in then wriggled it about Then he started cussing cause he could,nt get it out

Now she,s sending letters and lots of loving parcels "will he come home on leave? will he fcking ars**oles

The moon shone on the village pump, it also shone on Nell Was she waiting for her lover? Was she bloody hell She was waiting for dirty Dan who worked aboard a lugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit, the dirty rotten bugger

He took her down a leafy lane, his intentions were unlawful And when she dropped her knickers down the smell was bloody awful He whipped it in, he whipped it out, he wiped it on the grass And when she cried "enough" "enough", he whipped it up her arse

The sun shone on the village green it shone on little nell was she picking blackberries? was she fucking hell! she was waiting for her lover, the dirty minded bugger who wasnt fit to shovel shit from one cart to another

he took her to his snow white bed with hands as black as charcoal but when he pulled her knickers down sparks flew out of her arsehole

The sun shone on the village pump, It also shone on Nell. Was she waiting for her lover? Was she fuckin' hell.

Along came captain Dugger, the dirty rotten bugger, He wasn't fit to shovel shit from one ship to another. He took Nell to a wayside inn, Which really wasn't lawful, And when he pulled her knickers down the smell was fuckin' awful.

He laid her on a snow-white bed and lengthened out his bargepole He shagged her 'til her tits were red and her arse was black as charcoal. He fucked her 'til her tits were blue and sparks flew out her arsehole.

I thought I'd just add this one.

There was a young man from Buckingham Who stood on a bridge overlooking 'em He was watching the stunts of the cunts in the punts And the tricks of the pricks that were fucking 'em

The moon shone on the village green It also shone on Nell Was she waiting for her lover? Was she bloody hell!

It also shone on dirty Dick The captain of a lugger He wasn't fit to shovel shit The dirty minded bugger!

He took her to wayside Inn That wasn't very lawful And when he took his trousers down The stink was bloody awful

He laid her on a velvet couch her tits as black as charcoal he fucked her till her cunt was green and sparks flew out of her arsehole.

That's all I remember from about 1961/2, although there might have been another verse between 3 and 4. I was about 12 years old and I heard this from a young lady (yes)who was a pupil at a very exclusive girls' school in Cold Ash, Berkshire. Thanks, Hilary, hope you're reading this!! By the way, my Mum found this in my bedroom and was NOT amused. (I bet she had a good laugh, though.)

the moon shone on the village pump it also shone on nell, waiting for her boyfriend to give him fucking hell. along came the village idiot not fit to shovel shit, the dirty little bastard he grabbed her by the tits. he took her to the inn the place was quiet and lawful, he pulled down her pants and the smell was fucking awful. he dragged her to the upstairs room the sheets as black as charcoal, he fucked her till his cock turned red and sparks came out her arse hole ....